I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Two things happened of tonight that are worth mentioning.

First.

A woman walked in with a cup of wine in her hand.

I ask her if I could take that, and without a thought handed it to me and said, I was just looking for a trash can.  She said the rubbish actually. 

And what would you know?  She was seated.  Had a marvelous dinner with her 16 family members and couldn’t thank me enough for the event.

See.  It’s not hard to do the right thing.

Meanwhile, at 6:45 tonight our parking lot was full.  It has been a problem all summer.  We have more staff and they take up more spots. 

AND.

We have more guests and they take up more spots. 

Although, it wouldn’t be a problem at all if each person dining in my restaurant didn’t come in their own individual car.  I’ve watched families, who live together come in separate cars.  There is a family who lives about .000001 miles from my restaurant and they drive.  EVERY SINGLE TIME. 

So tonight at 6:45 I’m in the restaurant and I see a car parked illegally. 

Now, full disclosure.  He’s parked illegally where cars park every day.   

BUT:

He’s parked horizontally (I’ve used this word in two posts tonight) taking up three spots.  Yes the AUDI he is driving is nice but not when it’s sitting next to the Bentley’s, Lamborghinis, and Maserati’s that are often in our parking lot. 

I catch the driver as he is looking for his companions who are each in their own cars. 

I walk up to him and say, hey, do you mind parking horizontally so more cars can fit in that area.

And he snaps at me and says, YOU KNOW THERE IS NO PARKING OUT HERE.  YOU NEED MORE PARKING NOW!!!

Seriously?

I look at him and think what would you like me to do?  Pull some out of my ass.  Instead I say thin air.

And he says yeah, do you have a fucking magic want. 

I can’t already.

He goes to move the car.  I go inside. 

I realize as I go inside, I actually know him.  He and his three friends come in all the time in the winter.  I did not recognize him with his sunglasses. 

When I see him sitting at the chef’s table and realize who he is, I check the reservation to make sure then go back to find him.

He isn’t there but I see him in the parking lot.

He was looking for me to apologize for being such a dick.  I told him appreciated that, and that I was sorry I was short with him.

We chatted for a few minutes and then he went back in to dinner.  I spoke to the table before they got their entrees and he sought me out again when they were leaving. 

He was very nice and I told him we’d laugh about it this winter when there were more empty parking spots than people in the building. 

He agreed.

It was nice change of pace to say the least.